A couple weeks ago it came to light that there is a serious pierogi deficiency in the Mission. A handful of helpful souls have started thinking about how to rectify this injustice, and this week we received word of a couple more possibilities:

The Pierogi factory (what else to call it? Pierogiaria? Pierogiery?) on Potrero at 18th has closed, along with the undercover narcotics enforcement office that is basically kitty-corner on the other side of the street.

Does anyone else suspect a connection? Is the Pierogi the donut of the undercover narc? Or was the Pierogi Factory somesort of device for infiltrating the Russian mob that permeates the sunset?

We may never know, but the smell of baking is slowly fading from the Mission, replaced with the smell of the other kind of baking.